My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 95 095: Possibility of saving lives [Thanks to the alliance leader "Yang Yan who lives in the dream"]

[Eden City-Eastern District Underground Shopping Mall]

John was lying on the clinic chair.

The rotating arc-shaped metal moves slowly, emitting cyan-blue light, illuminating the red bloodshot eyeballs - a simple rendering of the prosthetic eye and nervous system is performed for inspection.

John told the doctor Joe's story.

Ryan Randall was typing on the keyboard and occasionally replying. At the end, he suddenly looked at him suspiciously and asked.

"You wiped out that gambler's neck, why the hell did you bother dragging him to Oil Drum Street to burn his body?"

"Dispose of the body?"

John replied thoughtfully. "It's mainly to relieve my anger. Hey, this guy is a bastard, a gambler, and a sadist. He deserves it."

"Do you feel pleasure when you whip a corpse?"

"..."

John almost raised his head, the instrument made a beeping sound, and he couldn't help but complain after a moment of silence.

"Shet, you're such a fucking pervert, doctor."

"I'm asking a doctor, I'm just a shark."

Rian hit the confirm button.

The scanner is outputting a report.

The doctor turned his seat, slid it to the glass next to him, and then explained in a very serious tone.

"You'd better recall whether you felt...a strange sense of release when you were killing, or were particularly sensitive to violent images while working...indirectly, your heartbeat accelerated, you lost control of your rage, and you shot towards the air or living things. Gun lust.”

Li An calmly picked up the cup and waited for the answer.

John was silent.

He propped himself up and sat on the operating table with his back hunched over. The light cast a monster-like shadow on the ground, and the scene in the arms dealer's basement kept popping up in his mind.

Rian seemed to have expected it.

"Your frontal lobe has been damaged. It is now like a metal component with leakage. If it is stimulated by the fart, it will start to bombard your sanity. The next step will be loss of control of the prosthetic body, intermittent amnesia and various hallucinations."

"Faq, get me a drink."

John grabbed the bottle and poured it for himself.

"Omega inhibitors are useless, the critical value is just a joke."

"If it's really useless, you've already died."

Ryan turned the monitor around on the boom.

"Your native organs are a little fragile, making medications less effective."

"How long do I have to live?"

"You can't tell. Even if you don't do anything, you will deteriorate to the next stage in two months."

"Damn it, is it so fast?"

When John heard the bad news, he emptied his glass and took a few more swigs from the bottle.

His esophagus seemed to have been cut with a knife, and the uncontrollable smell of alcohol flowed down the bridge of his nose and straight to his forehead.

The doctor frowned and looked at the monitor.

"That's right, your body is very...fucking weird. I can't put it into words. You always feel less strong. Your cyberpsychosis is deteriorating at an absurdly fast rate."

Rian shook his head not to think about it further.

"Of course, two months is a conservative estimate. I can see that you don't want to wait for death, so go for it... You have no choice now, right?"

[Critical value: 65%]

The syringe rolled across the floor.

The robot vacuum crashes into the corner of the sofa next to stacked delivery boxes.

On the table is the finished steak.

The farmer's fresh food transportation line is still there, and there is a special account used to pay John's remuneration.

John cleared his balance and exchanged it with Angelica for a sumptuous meal - top-quality steak, master-level cooking skills, paired with good wine and food, and the temperature was just right when it was delivered to his door.

New rock was playing from the apartment stereo.

Residents’ rent includes a package by default, including several news channels and popular programs, as well as several music packages to choose from.

John enjoyed the music and was busy in the workshop, without any sense of decadence on the verge of death.

He already has some experience in withstanding sudden changes. The worst thing that can happen is to return to the starting point of the garbage dump.

Time is indeed of the essence.

But there are no clues.

John rested at home for two days.

The world is calm.

Maybe it’s the top-notch rest in the Steel Forest, or the side effects caused by the omega inhibitors, or maybe it’s the impatience deep in my heart...

He didn't sleep well enough.

Compared to other dying people.

John also emptied his pockets of money, but did not choose to drink or take drugs. He still worked hard in life, such as staying in the new workshop and replicating his assembly line.

The equipment was purchased anew.

The cabinets are delivered to your home, and there is no extra charge for some copied and pasted chips. It is said to be a discount for old customers.

John took advantage of this time to install the things. The assembly and program compilation were all ready-made, except for the different sizes and the addition of two robotic arms.

There are still differences.

The black light function was limited, the entire workshop system was not scanned, and remote control of the city-wide network through the Atlanta virtual network was not possible.

John was debugging the process of rubbing bullets on the panel when he suddenly received a message.

[Unread message-Elona]

[I'm in Eden City, ready to pick up a new car. Are you coming? 】

John has no goals now, and there is no such thing as wasting time. He has a good relationship with the Damascus camp. Even if he is unlucky and is going to die, it would be good to meet a few acquaintances in the city.

He agreed to Elona's invitation.

[See you at camp, bring your guns. 】

John smelled murderous aura.

The last time Elona saw John was when she was fighting the exile leader Sarazi.

That time his arms were damaged and his main battle sniper was scrapped. He then left Eden City to go to his family for repairs.

she asked the first time she saw John again.

"Where's the Silver Cavalry?"

"It was damaged, the wheel hub was deformed, and the inside of the tunnel was turned inside out."

John rolled off the motorcycle, pulled off his sandproof scarf, and took a deep breath of air.

The feeling of being exposed to the hot sun outdoors is not pleasant.

Elon was wearing a gray vest and overalls, and his prosthetic eyes must have been upgraded—the blue pupils reflected two looming metal lines under the strong light.

She said firmly without any expression.

"It can make you roll over, so your driving skills must be very good."

"Ah."

John knew that Elona was very direct in her speech, but he was a little embarrassed.

"The motorcycle killers of the Xiao Town Gang are all difficult racing maniacs... Forget it, instead of bragging to you, tell me what you are going to do?"

"Start a war with Tiezhi Kunbu."

Elona said calmly and confidently.

[Mission: Intolerable]

[Reward: Remuneration, Prosthetic Body [Unknown]]

Elona introduced the job to John.

Wanderers and Outcasts are mortal enemies.

They fight each other in the wasteland between cities, competing for all resources and living space.

Damascus affects the ecology outside the city.

Nando has always been looking for legal ways to develop. After abandoning traditional smuggling and drug trafficking, he can actually make the camp stronger.

He registered a company with wanderers as its core, and contracted businesses in Eden City that required a large amount of labor and technical work.

Externally, cross-city trade is carried out.

Managed through the order central control system, the business scope continues to expand outward.

Nando even considered working with other tribes.

Unexpectedly, Tiezu·Kumbu appeared. He blew up Plato's warehouse, obtained a large amount of supplies and experimental weapons, merged the exile forces, and launched a retaliatory counterattack against the wanderers.

The convoy was robbed and its members were killed.

The camp's anger could no longer be contained, and they decided to declare war head-on when Elona came back.

The target is the largest scrap base outside the city.

On the surface, it is engaged in vehicle scrapping business, but it is actually a smuggling transfer station for the exiles. It is also the largest illegal car scrapping factory in Eden City. It disassembles and reassembles the vehicles obtained through gray channels and sells them to various classes in the city.

This is also Tiezu Kunbu’s largest source of funding.

【Eden City-Damascus Camp】

Nando is assigning tasks to others, and the team channel has been set up.

The attached materials include topographic maps, building structures, interior photos and aerial videos...

Alona and John are the first echelon of offense.

Thalia, who is more familiar with them, is responsible for blocking.

Others are regular drivers and gunners, and some are responsible for engineering and hacking-related tasks.

John was packing his gun bag in the corner.

He is not from Damascus. His job is to serve as Elona's driver and frontal assist, so he does not need to listen particularly carefully.

Elona is here.

Why is he?
Because other drivers couldn't keep up with the pace of the camp war mother, and Elona felt that John could match her fighting ability.

Task meetings are very efficient.

Nando smoked a cigar and issued orders in a very tough tone. Underneath his muscular appearance was a very high level of prestige. The camp was fully mobilized and ready to fight at any time.

The heads of each department dispersed.

Thalia came over to chat with John and put her arm on his shoulder. She saw him taking out the vodka revolver from his gun bag and played with it.
Nando and Elona also came over.

Thalia returned the gun to him without hesitation, and then made an appointment to find a place to drink after finishing the work.

Nando handed John a cigar. After being rejected, he asked directly:

"You don't look right. Are you in trouble? The Damascus camp is willing to help you."

He took a puff of cigarette and looked very serious.

"Ah, I understand the thoughts of lone wolves like you, but you can try to believe us and speak boldly. The commitment of the family leader is very weighty."

[Choose to hide. (optional)]

[Disclose the situation to Nando. (optional)]

Elona was leaning against the folding metal table. Both of her hands were newly upgraded alloy prostheses. The artificial leather texture was very good, and the heat dissipation lines were hidden without any trace. It was obviously a high-end custom-made product.

She made a special trip to reform outside the city, so she probably had special channels.

John raised his hand and smiled helplessly.

"You held me back, right?"

He reached into the depths of his gun bag, pulled out the Omega Inhibitor from the opening for the medicine, and showed it to the two of them - this was specially prepared to deal with emergencies during the operation.

Elona looked at John seriously.

Nando also frowned slightly.

"How bad is it?"

"I probably don't have long to live."

"how so……"

Both Nando and Elona found it difficult to accept, and even suspected that there was a problem with Plato's subcutaneous armor, and suggested that he undergo another transplant. After all, cyberpsychosis mostly stems from excessive modifications, or old and repeatedly used implants. .

John waved his hand to signal them not to worry about it, but after hesitating for a moment, he still did not reveal the black light incident.

"My situation is more complicated, but one thing is for sure, I really don't have much time left."

He pursed his lips and shrugged.

Nando moved the cigar away from his mouth, spit out the smoke, stared at John after thinking deeply and said.

"You may be saved."

He said that the turning point may lie with Tiezu Kunbu.

The vote to open up Plato's laboratory made him afraid to step into the city of Eden ever since, but he also made a lot of money, including extremely dangerous prosthetics.

Kunbu installed things on his younger brother, used special means to overclock it, and then distributed the weapons to his younger brother to form his own power.

The electric eel is the product of a failed experiment.

But the business of the car scrapping factory is managed by Kunbu's assistants, and there are several powerful bloodthirsty monsters.

"The products in the experimental stage are not that easy to pretend. These guys have soared in strength and are not crazy yet... they may be crazy to begin with, but there must be some way... to slow down the side effects of the transformation."

"Fake, it sounds interesting. When will I set out to kill that Shark Coin Exile?"

John sensed the possibility of saving his life.

Nando said that under the condition of ensuring the completion of the operation, he is willing to organize manpower to collect relevant intelligence. If it is indeed found, it will be regarded as part of the reward.

He is the camp leader after all.

Even if it is obvious that John's life is saved, it cannot be said that it is in vain - otherwise it means risking the lives of all camp members.

John seemed very excited as he set out for the race. It was even the most anticipated mission in a long time.

The dangers of cyberpsychosis are more terrifying than the vomiting of blood caused by black light overload.

Although the Omega potion was useful, the torture of repeated fluctuations in the critical value pushed John to his limit.

He hoped that there really was an antidote in the Exile.

If you don't expect to completely suppress cyberpsychosis, you must at least make your situation more stable, so as to obtain a longer period than two weeks.

[Eden City-No. 7 Transportation Highway (Old)]

John drives a Wildland armored vehicle.

Elona was sitting in the passenger seat.

The familiar tactical overalls are paired with high combat boots, but the thickened gray jacket is special, with the camp logo.

[Equipment: Damascus hydrophobic cooling jacket]

[Description: Lightweight body armor and extensive heat dissipation technology can relieve the pressure of overheating of the prosthetic body. 】

John knew some big shots who had custom-made clothes.

"Is there anything special about it?"

"Ah."

Elona replied.

She kills the desire to chat as much as she kills.

John pursed his lips and nodded.

When he thought the topic was over...

Elona finished adjusting the firearm and looked at the navigation interface, seeming to feel that there was still some distance left.

She unzipped the magnetic clasp of her coat, reached back, and lifted up her multi-braided blond hair.

The jacket slipped off the back of his neck.

There is a layer of soft metal on the inside, which can fit with the metal screws embedded in Elona's spine. The interlayer is full of heat-dissipating materials, which can greatly reduce the temperature of the prosthetic body through a combination of physics and microelectric technology.

"Similar to a hacker's cooling suit."

she explained.

[Сукинсын. (Russian), do you two need a few minutes to fuck? Why are you taking off your clothes? 】

Thalia's voice came from the car stereo.

She drove by in a muscle beast and gave both John the middle finger.

John smiled.

He took out the vodka revolver and turned it around to retract the holster.

"I'll take care of it."

Thalia's whine came over the voice channel.

　Sorry for going into the hospital two days ago.

　　As a result, it turned out that there was an extra alliance leader.

　　Then I will post a few more updates today, and thank TAT, the first leader of this book.

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　　Tomorrow will be normal.

　　Thanks to Zhouzhoushangshang, papapapa, Idle Man Yishanzui, 17th’s Black Cat, and book friend 150530135527566 for the rewards~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)